Sam Sr with his arms around Sam Jr, another rare sight. Jr was in his buster brown outfit that we loved to dress him in and all I can say it made him tough wearing those in a very rural community where young boys dressed in long pants.
Sam Sr spent the last few years of his life in the torture of REGRETS. He was not a family man and we children grew up in the shadow of his wild reputation. It was harder on little brother as he had to carry the name. In this rural community, it was bragging rights if you had a son and that is why they were so disappointed when second child, me, was a girl. Unfortunately, all Sam Sr wanted was bragging rights as he virtually ignored his son unless it was to criticizes.
Those of you who never had to deal with such a Father will truly never understand. But Sam Sr was the only one we had and we have to be thankful for his part as we would not be here if not for him. They may have the same name except for Sr and Jr but as Fathers, Sam Jr is a world apart from his namesake.
The kitty justice is that Sam Jr learned what not to do from Sam Sr. Happy Fathers Day to all Y'all Dads.